63 Bronson

My brain is a pile of jumbled mess. A groan leaves my mouth when I receive the text message from Landen telling me that he is on his way and that he has Nikki.

My feet march me towards the kitchen, where I take out the bottle of bourbon, forgoing the tumbler and take a drag. My eyes catch the items displayed all over my bar, and I force myself to turn around, facing the empty wall instead of looking deep into my past.

Why would she send me those items?

What the hell was she trying to prove?

The door opens and I breath out a breath of relief when Nikki rounds the corner looking like a tiger fresh out of its cage. When I got home and saw that not only was Cassandra gone, but as was Nikki, I immediately went and spoke with Nadia. She had informed that Cassandra said awful things to Nikki and Nikki left shortly afterwards.